Homecoming part 2

Of the group, Anikin spoke the best Huttese, so he would be the initial envoy to see if they could get an audience with the Hutts. It did not take long for Skywalker to find out that not only was he getting the runaround, but it seemed like everyone else was as well, how he found this out however was a bit of a surprise when someone noticed him and started talking.

"Hey Skywalker, surprise seeing you here." The voice sounded slightly familiar, but the Jedi could not place it.

"Who?" Anikin could not place the voice or face but it seemed familiar.

"Lars, Owen Lars. My father Cliegg is a moisture farmer out on the edge of the wastes, you helped my girlfriends family. Beru says you helped the Whitesuns out a few times." The moisture farmer introduced himself.

"Oh, yeah, Mom brought a few bit and pieces of theirs to fix once I was able to take some tools back to the house. How are they doing?" Anikin mused over hazy memories.

"That is one reason why I am out there trying to talk to the Hutts. About a month ago the Sand people started picking up their raids, and if this keeps up, then we will not be able to hold on. I have spent weeks in this place try to get an audience, but they do not care about the small-time moisture farmers, so everyone else cuts ahead in the line." Owen kvetched about the way that the corrupt system pushed people like him aside.

"Ah, I saw Watto, and he mentioned it was bad, but I did not expect it to be this bad." Anikin sighed.

"That old Toydarian still overcharges for Vaporator coils, but he is not wrong about this place." Owen grudgingly agreed.

"He said I would have to either bring a shiny gift, or pull off a spectacular stunt of some sort, I just wanted to get here and get the talking over with and get off this dust-bowl." Anikin groaned as the scope of the situation seemed to be getting larger.

"Well, you are going to need something big, because this morning everyone else got pushed back a step, as some real big rollers showed up, they seemed to have a heavy guard to, large shiny new droids of some sort." Owen chuckled as those that hopped ahead of him had a taste of their own medicine.

"Wait, droids? About yea high, this wide at the shoulders, and narrowing to about here?" Anikin roughly sketched out the proportions of the upgraded droids he had fought on Geonosis.

"Yeah, a few of them, plus a bunch of spindly things, why do you ask?" Owen was confused.

"Grr, Separatists. I need to see the Hutts before they get their claws into them." Anikin tried to barrel through the crowd, but was stopped by the calloused hands of the Lars farmer.

"Hold up, just barging in will do nothing... tell you what, I can talk to the Major Domo for you. Maybe you can help out with the Sand people afterwards." Lars tilted his head to the side of the room and guided the Jedi to a shifty looking character.

"I got a bad feeling about this." Anikin resisted only for the briefest of moments before going along with the plan, as he could not see a better choice at this time.